Every day looks like each other
Draw the curtains
Deep cover
Egg yolks and orange rinds
Red fruit with miniature spines
Little bones are in my dreams
Masked men with skeleton keys
And able bodies
Who cradles my insides
Hearts beat and the organs will grind
I go to meet the sea
Ships land on distant shores
What are they calling me for
How can they carry me
I'm a dark and angry daughter
Rolling under warm water
Old hulls are in the brine
Lying in silent decline
I'm alone in afternoons
Weighted down by soft tissues
Who do they lean to
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